When I heard that kids would change my life I didn’t fully comprehend what that meant. This weekend it meant that I watched my favorite college football team in Kidland, but I was the amusement park.

I was lying on my stomach watching the game when my son plopped down next to me, lifted up the back of my shirt and started slapping my left love handle. Slap, slap, slap, giggle. Slap, slap, giggle. My niece thought the sound and jiggling were cool so she came over and started slapping my right love handle. Slap, slap on the right, slap, slap, slap on the left, giggles.

My nephew couldn’t be left out so he toddled over, kneeled down and bonked the top of my head with a stuffed snake. Boink! Boink! Boink! Slap, slap. More giggles. They keep me humble.